Everychild stood in his place, wide-eyed and with beating heart.
The Old Woman arose more fully into view. She stared down at Everychild. She flung the hair back from her face.
"Humph!" she said.
CHAPTER XVI
AN ELABORATION OF ONE OF HISTORY'S
MOST SUCCINCT CHAPTERS
Everychild's companions drew back behind the shelter of a convenient bush. The Old Woman's countenance really did seem, for the moment, quite ferocious. But Everychild did not move.
The Old Woman arose still higher and stepped out of the top of the shoe to the top rung of the ladder. She carried a steaming pot in one hand, and thus handicapped she descended the ladder.
She placed the steaming pot on the table and then turned her attention to Everychild. She exclaimed dubiously: "You're not one o' mine!"
He shook his head. "No, ma'am," he replied.